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Post by jollyjohanna on Dec 28, 2009 13:10:53 GMT -5
 The evening was getting darker when Phil was biking down to the docks. It was cold, and his breath left small white clouds in the air. The latest week he had been unusually moody - his family had learned to stay out of his way more than they usually did and he had lost control over the mold three times in school. The reason was Hailey, or rather the fact that he didn't have a clue on how to act. He'd been making excuses not to read about sirens, knowing that he really didn't want to know about them... but today, he'd finally sat down and googled them. The result was... kind of shocking. And he didn't know what was true and what was myth... and when Phil didn't know what to do, he usually reacted by becoming angry. So he got of his bicycle and let it fall to the ground and walked out on the old wooden pier. The skies were dark and the waves were an upset, murky steel-grey. He mentally braced himself, asking if it really was a good idea to come out here and make accusations. But he had to know the truth. "Hailey!" he shouted. "I need to talk to you!" When there wasn't an immediate answer he shouted even louder: "If you don't come out I'm going to throw more rocks in the water! |
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 28, 2009 20:48:59 GMT -5
Hailey shot her hand up out of the water and grabbed the edge of the pier and pulled her self up and looked at him" what is it....?". Apprehensive she sat down and looked at him fear swelled in her chest and noted in her stomach it made her feel sick."please don't throw things......it really hurts when it hits me....".
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Post by jollyjohanna on Dec 29, 2009 7:31:52 GMT -5
When Hailey suddenly appeared and climbed up on the wooden pier and asked him not to throw stuff at her the steam went out of him. Instead, he felt kind of like a jerk.
"Of... of course I won't really throw stuff at you, I'm just... It was just something I said!"
He looked away, not sure what to say. It was so easy to confront people when you were angry... but it was hard to be angry at someone who didn't got angry at him.
So instead he just sighed and looked up at her.
"I was just wondering... you know. If it's true? That you sirens..."
He paused, not really sure how to continue in a non-offensive way. Cause humans early demise? Lure sailors with your songs and take advantage of their misfortunes by finding a nutritious use for them?
"...eat people?"
Oh, great. Very smooth.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 29, 2009 13:36:15 GMT -5
Hailey looked down and played with the rotting wood"....yes......i have killed and eaten men....and even murdered the man i loved for that very purpose.........i didn't mean to kill him....i had no choice.....Phil......im a murderer...".She looked at him and she was crying she didn't know what to do she didn't want to lie to Phil. "I'm a terrible person......but i don't do those things any more i haven't for decades....i quit being a siren....sorta....i cant kill this form with out killing my self.....". Hailey smiled and layed down" i understand if you hate me....and never want to see me again...if that be the case i will gladly leave you alone....and never come back."
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Post by jollyjohanna on Dec 30, 2009 14:26:30 GMT -5
The air went out of him. He'd half believed that she would deny it; it was what he himself would have don if someone charged him with murder. He hadn't expected her to cry.
But that wasn't the only thing that shocked him.
He tried to think clearly, but it was hard.
"I.. I don't..."
He shook his head, flustered and bewildered and scared. Then he looked at Hailey with an angry, accusing expression.
"What do you mean you 'quit being a siren'? You... you can't just quit being what you are! You just... can't!"
As if to give strength to his words, the smell of mold in the air became tangible. A green, furry pelt started to cover the pier's wooden planks next to him, but he didn't notice it. Instead he seemed to grow even more upset.
"But.. people have been disappearing for months! Nobody knows what's happening to them, and I thought that you... if it isn't you who does it, then who is it?!"
Phil didn't know anything about Bridgeport's bristling vampire and monster population or the Halfway Home. For all what he knew, he and Hailey were the only abnormal beings in Bridgeport.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 30, 2009 14:36:20 GMT -5
Hailey looked at him and backed up the mold grew and started to moved onto her skin and she trembled and more tears came out"y...you think i......you think im responsible....." she trembled and put her hand on her heart " i don't...kill people any more!" her voice was strained" you have no idea what its like Phil!! to be born a monster!! i quit being a siren being cause if i was still one of those things! i would have KILLED YOU TO! that day when you fell in the water is that what you want to hear Phil" she stood up tall towering over him. Sinking down and looked down not at Phil and she snaked back into the water the mold had travels up her side and on her face and she hugged her self in the water" i wont bother you anymore..". She disappeared in the water
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Post by jollyjohanna on Dec 30, 2009 19:11:48 GMT -5
When Phil could see her hurt expression he almost immediately understood that the accusations were wrong - besides, she'd just admitted to murder. Why would she lie about these recent murders?
And it was true that she had saved his life, without even knowing him - even if he'd thrown rocks at her and filled the air with poisonous spores. He'd kind of been so upset that he had kind of forgotten that part...
He didn't realize, though, that she easily could have killed him then and there if she found him too obnoxious. The thought that he could get killed by Hailey didn't even exist in his mind.
But suddenly he realized what was happening around him - the mold was almost completely covering the pier and the wood under him was rottening. Grey-white spots had started to appear on his clothes. It had even started to cover parts of Hailey, he realized with a horror-filled expression. He tried to make it stop, but he couldn't - there was just to much feelings in the air. Anger, fear, shame, blame. And then he saw that she was going down into the water again.
"Hailey, wait!!"
He tried to walk further out on the pier, but the wood creaked ominously under him and he didn't dare stomp to hard on it. The risk was it would burst and he would fall in the water again, and this time he doubted Hailey would bother saving him after all the things he'd said.
Her blue hair disappeared under water, and he sank down on all four at the end of the pier, leaning his head out as far as he could without loosing balance.
"Wait, don't go!! I'm... I'm..."
The word sorry died back in his throat and he clenched his jaws hard. The anger was rising inside him again - he had blown it, he had come looking for the truth and ended up chasing her down into the sea with the mold, she'd told him things that appereantly hurt her a lot just to talk about and he'd accused her of murders she hadn't committed. The person who had saved his miserable life and been the closest thing he could have called a friend had admitted crimes that she apparently regretted, things she wanted to change, had told him the truth right away - and he'd screamed at her and made her cry.
The anger, guilt and frustration felt like a drop kick in the guts and it felt like he would explode if he would have to hold it inside of him. So Phil used the anger the only way he could - by making others hurt to ease his own hurt.
"Okay, fine!! If that's how you want it, just go! Go and sing some seamen into a watery grave and see if I care! And... and guess what, I don't! I don't need you in my life or anything, it will be good to get rid of you!!"
He walked angrily (but still carefully) down from the pier onto fast ground. The mold was covering the rocks around him at an astounding pace; even after having shouted himself hoarse he was filled to the brim with anger. A waste paper basket near the shore line was forced to taste his wrath - he kicked it down and it's content spread over the rocky ground and quickly got covered with grey-green fungi.
"Aaaargh!"
Always the diplomat, eh, Phil? a calm voice inside him asked.
Shut up! another part of himself defended with. I'm not the one who's been killing and... and EATING people!
No, but you're not a siren, the calm voice continued. You're a human, and you have to follow the human nature. She's a siren. Doesn't she have to follow the siren nature? And that she has decided not to do so, that she has decided not to kill more humans, doesn't that seem very... human to you?
Just... just shut up! I'm trying to THINK here!
I can see that, the calm voice answered dryly.
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Post by nightlightwolf on Dec 30, 2009 19:31:51 GMT -5
Hailey washed the fungus off of her and she heard him screaming at her again only to tell her how much he didn't need or and how much he didn't want her, her heart felt.......cold. Waves started to crash into the rocks and they grew angry and upset, shivering she curled up on the ocean floor and cried which sounded weird you could almost hear her weeping the wind carried it down the shore. She wanted to die the pain was so bad it reminded her of all the things shes done and regret and pain filled her body it was agonizing sharks swarmed around her but didn't attack.
" w..why...why does it hurts so much i..its not fair.....!!!" Anger seemed to replace her pain for a second before subsiding into guilt and failure she was giving up now." he has every right......to hate me...." she smiled weakly."im sorry Phil......im so sorry...". Her limbs were numb and she was weak she didn't have to will to live any more she has been wishing for death for years. A sick feeling filled her and she cried more both in pain and pain the Phil caused. She had inhaled the spores and she was getting sick and it was causing her extreme pain.
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